Overboard

Above is a view of the creek from our dock one recent evening. Unless there's a thunderstorm, the wind dies down most summer evenings, and there's not a single ripple on the creek other than the wake of the vibrations coming from the outdoor speakers during Blog Fest muskrats.

The other day the Chesapeake Bay Children and I were lollygagging on the end of the dock, when suddenly CB Son exclaimed, "O.M.G. the fishing rod is overboard." Only a tiny bit of plastic peeked above the water, and quite honestly it was impossible to discern what it was.

It's not unusual for stuff to blow off the dock because of the strong winds that come with the frequent, often unexpected and sudden, storms.

Evidently, though, this was The One and Only Good/Working Fishing

Rod, and CB Daughter had left it in a precarious position on the end of the dock - the very end of the dock which really isn't a dock due to missing boards and loose supports. in other words, the end of the dock that is about ready to collapse into the creek.

CB Son maneuvered to the edge of the dilapidated dock and reached in to grab the rod, which was almost completely submerged.



When CB Son gave Daughter a stern lecture a bit of grief for being so careless, she gave this look which really says, "Leave me alone. I've got a crab net, and I'm not afraid to use it."

Notice the missing boards on either side of Chesapeake Bay Daughter and if you have time please also take note of the lack amount of real estate Chesapeake Bay Son has to stand on while pulling a fishing rod out of the mud. Yes, they both know how to swim in the highly likely unlikely event the boards were to give way. Also, the water is only about four feet deep here. These words were brought to you by a mother trying to justify the fact that her children might be in danger yet she is standing there with a camera snapping shots.

When all was said and done, the rod was successfully retrieved. The look on CB Son's face (below) says, "I can't believe I had to fish this thing out while balancing on the end of a dock that's getting ready to collapse. Also? I'm starving."

And everyone lived happily ever after.

The End.